The ratmen currently charging into the fortress are poorly equipped and have messy decorations. The small clans living in Cripple Peak have succumbed to Moss, the most powerful warlord clan, and provided cannon fodder for Quaker's actions.
Skaven's tactics are very traditional, but have proven to be extremely effective in thousands of years of bloody battles. They use a large amount of cannon fodder to consume the dwarves' ammunition and physical strength, wait until the shield wall is exhausted, and then use elite troops as a heavy hammer to defeat them.
Of course, the premise of this tactic is to ensure that the besieged dwarves are isolated and helpless. Under the careful teaching of Elder Gnoldor, Quick has mastered the skills of tunnel combat. No messenger has been able to break out before and will never be able to do so in the future.
Cladromen.
"Move! Move!"
A small warlord drives his subordinates, Gnoldor is well versed in the art of using both soft and hard tactics. In addition to coercion and coercion, he also provides rewards - war beasts, weapons, mother rats and even life-extending secret medicine. Of course, all of this requires
In exchange for the life of a rat.
"Stupid, stupid bearded things will take at least three days to realize the problem. With them, their little steps will drive us back for five days!" Quick observed the battle situation from a distance, and it secretly calculated in its heart.
It left the Pillar City and headed south. After sneaking in for reconnaissance, it found that Belegar had even more power than before. Just when the headhunter was jumping up and down anxiously, not knowing whether to seek reinforcements, the spies reported that the dwarves had divided thousands of troops.
Two groups were sent out.
The Headhunters decisively seized this good opportunity, and the Skaven easily eliminated a small number of sentries and broke through the outermost wall. The absolute disadvantage in numbers forced Belegar to give up the idea of driving the Skaven out and instead shrink the defense line.
After a while, the small clan retreated. The warlord dragged his weapon and took the lead in running away with his head in his arms.
"Duanwei, you, come on!"
Quick casually pointed out another batch of mice. They were brave but not reckless.
"Are the blocking troops in place?" it then asked its adjutant.
"Yes, Yes!"
Quik was thinking that as long as he controlled the course of the war, when the two dwarf troops came back exhausted despite being harassed, what was waiting for them would be the heads of the same kind who stayed behind and the rats grinding them away.
guy.
If everything goes according to plan, the Undergrand clan, their rival that has been entangled for thousands of years, will be completely wiped out. Waiting in place always irritates the rat. Quick paced back and forth, his tail stirring up the dust on the ground.
.
The smell of blood and the call for victory made his head spin. He thought about how he would torture that old opponent, how he would reach the peak of the rat life, and even thought about the legendary era of the rat.
"Buzz buzz!" Suddenly, a strange sound that had never been heard before appeared.
A few minutes ago, the dwarves in the sky saw a large group of mice on the hillside. Snorri took out his telescope and his eyes were attracted by a large group of red. After quickly turning the focus, he saw clearly the group of mice wearing scarlet clothes.
Armored Stormvermin.
"It is indeed the Moss clan, then.
"
The traveler was looking for that "haunted" figure, and the high-quality telescope at Torrent Pass did not disappoint him. Seeing the highly recognizable trophy rack among the rats, Snorri squeezed the metal tube in excitement.
There is a mark.
As for the equipment, it may look like a Chaos Warrior under the Lord of Skulls from a distance. But whether Khorne will favor the cowardly Skaven, and whether Skaven is qualified to entrust his faith to gods other than the Horned Rat remains to be seen.
Table, at this moment, it only represents one guy -
"Quik-Headhunter!"
Snorri closed the telescope with a "stuck!" and spit out the name that would be respected by orcs, feared by goblins, and hated by dwarves in the future.
"Your Majesty, what should we do next?" Altman poked his head out of the cockpit. The helicopters were hovering in mid-air waiting for the Lord's orders.
"That's it!" Snorri's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Everyone, the god Grimnir told me that among the rats that invaded the fortress, there is a powerful enemy from the mountains. Do you dare to kill it with me!" He shouted at the elites in the hanging basket. As for which one it was,
Then you can tell the distinctive equipment at a glance.
"The enemy of the mountains? Even a mere Skaven is worthy of it!"
"Can it be as thick as a toe of Nurgle's greatest demon?"
"Back in Kislev, I didn't even give in when I faced Asava Kuhl's Chosen Guards!"
The Demon-Slaying Brotherhood made disdainful remarks. These veterans have all seen big events, so what about the elite ratmen? It's just a difference between cutting down three or two with one axe.
Quark and his men squinted their mouse eyes to find the source of the sound. The Skaven had been moving in the dark tunnels for a long time, and the dazzling bright light on the surface greatly weakened their vision.
When the helicopter formation was less than 500 meters away from Quaker, the Storm Rats finally locked onto the target in the air. They formed a phalanx with the war general as the center. They tried to overcome their uneasiness and raised their halberds diagonally towards them.
The enemy is sure to come.
"Then, what is that?"
"Beard thing?"
"Helicopters, further south, there's Beard, there's this thing!"
Quik has not been to the old world in his short life as a rat. He only knows the vast greenskins and stalking dwarves around the Eight Peaks Mountain. Because there is no way to replenish fuel along the way, neither Belegar nor Domgar have been there before.
Installation of helicopters.
"Shut! Shut!"
Although he had never seen it, the headhunter certainly knew that the visitor was not bringing him meat, so he made the most direct reaction. What came from behind was not the sound of gunshots but the sound of hurried reloading.
Slings cannot attack that far, and warpstone weapons need to be prepared. Users of the instability of rat-man technology know best. Those unlucky shooters will try to keep the thing in their hands as far away from themselves as possible when they are not in combat.
"Da da da!"
The machine gun mounted on the helicopter fired first, and dense projectiles poured down from a high place. Some of the Storm Rats carried their shields to resist. They were all wearing heavy armor and had certain protective capabilities. However, this pair of people in the gondola
It was enough for the dwarves, and the crew members lowered their altitude while suppressing the ratmen.
"In the name of the ancestors and gods, the hatred of the Moss clan will be settled today!"
After using the Ritual of Grimnir to strengthen himself and his subordinates, Snorri stepped out of the hanging basket and took the lead in leaping down.
"Duang!"
"Zi la!"
Snorri activated the God's Descendence and transformed into a stone statue form. The moment he landed, he struck down with a thunderous blow. The huge impact and the effect of the skill cleared a ten-meter radius around him.
"Quick, lend me your head!"
The giant statue looked up to the sky and roared, throwing the war hammer in its palm.
